#although I didn't swear

[vinylfoxbooks]

Black Brothers | wc: 297

The first Christmas that Regulus spent with the Potters after James and Sirius begging him to run away from home, Sirius gifts everyone handmade cards with paragraphs of writing telling each of them how much he loves them. Effie starts crying, Monty tears up, and James practically throws themself onto Sirius, blubbering about how much they love him.

And Regulus? Regulus reads his letter silently from the corner that he's perched himself in, still not fully comfortable with being integrated with the Potter family, and he's teary eyed upon reading the letter. It's a heartfelt thing with Sirius telling Regulus that he's proud of him, that he loves him, and that Sirius is glad they're reconnecting.

When Sirius finally brings his attention from talking to the three Potters and turns to Regulus, he offers him an easy smile, then his eyes land on the stray tear that tracks down Regulus' face, "Reg? Are you okay?"

"Fuck you, I hate you." Regulus says, desperately wiping at the tears building in his eyes. Sirius obviously understands what he's trying to stay and laughs heartily, standing up and walking over to pull Regulus into a hug that the younger reluctantly returns -- but he doesn't hesitate for nearly as long as normal.

While they're hugging, Sirius turns his head and whispers for only Regulus to hear, "I love you too." Regulus nods wordlessly, using Sirius' hold as an excuse to reign in the emotions running through him and stop the tears.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[galvanizedfriend]

That moment when you start reading something on your WIPs folder and it turns out to be very engaging and you're super interested and then you get to the end and remember that past-you didn't write the finale. I hate my life so much right now.

[sysig]

I can’t stop drawing tiny Watchdogs (Patreon)

[shortstrawberry]

Did I unwittingly start a war between Miranda and Bela fans???

[cinnamon-phrog]

Having a different opinion on a fictional character is fine. Expressing distaste is fine. What isn’t, is expressing that distaste in a way were your opinions are the default best ones to have and that others who don’t think so, have their own opinions also, are wrong and inferior, clearly not enjoying it with the level of taste you say you have. 

And then to try and claim it as a joke and try to still befriend people with those opinions, to say ‘oh, but it wasn’t directed at you specifically’, that still targets a demographic of people? A joke becomes not a joke when the people involved are unaware and the target, it’s not a playful jab but just. An insult, not even disguised. No matter how vague you think you put it it still targets people who have done nothing, who haven't forced their ideas on others. And if you can’t take that people will disagree with your own opinions and point out this flaw in thinking then why should you criticise others. Why should you use your status as someone who draws fictional characters as a way to gratify your need to always feel justified in a place where people can take as much free reign as they'd like because everything is so. Vague.

[greyias]

We picked up and snuck in a little more of our multiplayer run today, and uh

it happened again

This time to our paladin, who got stuck like this on @nayci's screen. The game did lock up and crash on me (and my internet) again sometime after this (and we'd forgotten to save so we had to do a bunch of stuff again). But we did stop and have a jam session for about five minutes as this happened.

Apparently ladders in our game are cursed, and I might have to just cast feather fall whenever we need to descend anywhere, otherwise this may keep happening to us.

[cyrassol]

yes mr officer those are just popsicles i swear

[psst no they're not]

@ohnopeepo i blame you for this!!! the top one, anyway, the other is entirely my own fault

these are Vincent and Arden, two of my four PCs! i was gonna add a third one to the popsicle-sucking extravaganza but A) i got lazy (as seen on Arden's legs 😭), and B) i also got impatient lol

[deibreak]

@dynmghts asked:

katsuki had spent some time deliberating on what to get shoto this year; he didn't want it to be impractical, and he didn't want to be shown up by the others in what they get themselves. competitive, unyielding - katsuki wants it to be known that he did it better than everyone else.

so, katsuki begins his early morning start with hand-making shoto's favourite food from start to finish. cold soba is, theoretically, very easy, and it would've been easy enough to use store-bought soba noodles, but that was diminishing the value of this meal. he spends the extra time making them by hand - and they looked pretty damn good, too - before finishing the meal preparation and setting it up in a bowl.

besides the meal, katsuki had a few tangible gifts prepared for shoto, all neatly boxed and wrapped with a meticulous approach - because why the hell would he stop at just one? [ because of course, he's resolved to outdo everyone this year. ]

"right." katsuki guides poor shoto to the nearest surface, pushing him down by the shoulder so he might sit down. "sit down, shut up, take this." and with a little more grace, the blond hands over the cold soba he'd made, brushing off his hands. "eat. gimme a second, and don't move."

it takes him less than a few minutes to leave and return with the multiple gifts he's prepared for shoto, placing them down next to the other with a huff. "there." a pause. he supposes he's missing the most important thing - he hands over an envelope with a card inside, absent of fanfare, but with clear and precise handwriting. [ it's obvious that katsuki has put plenty of care into everything he's done leading up to this moment / the card wishes shoto well, says a courteous happy birthday, and despite its haste, there is a clear signing of katsuki's name at the bottom. ] "if anyone says they did better, i bet they're fucking lying."

and the gifts themselves? in one, katsuki opted for a pair of chopsticks, which katsuki got custom-made to mimic shoto's hero costume. there are a few other bits and pieces - a gift card for a place with good soba, some tools to help with different areas of training, even bits of hero merchandise ... [ because he knows that shoto is a quiet fan of all might, and the merch is subtle enough. ] ... but the most expensive of the lot was pretty evident.

and thus his final, and best gift, is a weighted blanket; deep blue in colour and very heavy, its tag indicates it as one of the more expensive and well-trusted brands, and its overall feel is meant to be warm and welcoming. he spent the longest trying to decide if shoto would even like it. [ but, in the end, he said fuck it and did it anyway. ]

"happy birthday... or whatever." / i'm sorry this is so long but happy bday shoto!

If Shoto hadn't checked his phone early in the morning, head still in a haze, wondering what the unusual number of messages was for, he wouldn't have remembered what day it was. Among everyone who wanted to wish him for his birthday, his friends and family, his father's contact made it on top of the list, desperate same as all his efforts to make up for the parent he had been. Bitter was the feeling the boy woke up with, and it was once again the same man's fault. Shoto had no plans to pay this day any attention — he had long given up on the idea of celebrating, and even if he recently had chosen to change (rebuild himself from scratch), remnants of the past, of memories he didn't want to recall connected to this day, made his expression more sour than usual, resembling the one he used to wear at the beginning of the school year.

That was, until he met with crimson gaze, welcoming in its own way, and with a promise he couldn't yet explain.

Silently he took seat as forced, eyes falling on the meal meant for him, already struggling to understand why the blond had gotten in this much trouble for him, for a day that held no actual special meaning (especially not for Katsuki, and neither for Shoto, having learnt to ignore it after years of disappointments). He didn't wait for long before he joined his hands in front of his chest, thanked him, and started eating. Perfectly made to his liking, resembling the cooking of his mother, the taste of it brought back forgotten memories of comfort. There was no way he could enjoy cold soba made by someone else's hand ever again. Could this have been his goal from the start?

His favorite meal so deliciously made was more than he could ever ask for, yet when the other came back carrying presents (like a second santa, only that he was harder to believe, even if the real deal), with his mouth full he stared with confusion at the gifts offered. All those couldn't be for him, right ? He was supposed to choose one of them, right ? Instead of answering his questions, the card given added to them. Shoto wasn't meant for such extreme kindness.

Couldn't Katsuki see it, him who saw through everything?

Many of their classmates appreciated him more than he deserved ( he wasn't being insecure, perfectly aware he hadn't earned their appreciation, hadn't yet tried hard enough to be worthy of all their friendship ), Katsuki being the last he expected to hear him wish for his birthday.

The gifts presented to him made his head momentarily blackout — overload, too much information for him to process. If he tried to count the gifts Shoto had received from the very beginning of his life to this day (christmas included), he wouldn't count as many as the ones the blond had prepared.

How heroic of Katsuki, as if trying to make up for the letdowns of many years — as if trying to erase all the memories that kept Shoto awake at nights with this blanket.

When he got his hands on it, Shoto stared at it for a long while, before burying his face on it. Awkward was the sight of him, to anyone who didn't know him well. The feel of the blanket, he wanted to test, sleep being his biggest comfort ( had Katsuki noticed? ), even if often a challenge. His comfort, when all his days were focused on training alone, and sleep was his only time for rest — his only escape. It was soft, warm, and heavy ( just like the feel the blond gave him whenever they spent time together ). A perfectly chosen gift, matching them both.

His presence alone was a gift. Somehow, Shoto's luck seemed to have changed. From spending the biggest part of his life lost in the darkness, suddenly surrounded by such warm light he'd be, heart-warming, an inexhaustible source standing before him, allowing him to stay close. How lucky . . .

Katsuki had won his bet, long before Shoto's birthday came. For being the only one who'd make him smile with ease, when for long he had forgotten how. For easing him through all his anxieties, with his raw honesty diminishing them to their actual value. For showing him how to care deeply, when he'd once look down upon everyone.

Still learning to give voice to his heart, overwhelmed by excitement he'd find no words to describe his feelings. It was happening more often these days, the more his heart opened up to emotions unknown, the harder he worked to understand himself, but mostly to understand those he cared for. ❝ I have no words. ❞ Maybe the truth was the answer. Katsuki would forgive him, wouldn't he? He was the same after all, relying on actions rather than words. Shoto's face had changed color to a deep shade of red, unfamiliar as he was to be treated with such care.

❝ Thank you. ❞ For caring. For being his dear friend. ❝ This is the best. ❞ The best of presents. The best of birthdays. ❝ You're a wonderful friend. ❞

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

Last Lines - tag game

I was tagged by @indestinatus and @pro-bee, so I figure that means I have to give a sneak peek from the last two fics I've written on, right? :)

one:

The baby was crying.  In the dream Tony slowly left behind, it was a siren. Calling to him. He answered those calls. (No, you don’t.) No, he didn’t. He showed up afterward. He photographed the bodies when the crying stopped. He told the family who’d made them cry and plead and bleed out. He was always too late to save anyone.

and another:

Previous experience did nothing to delay the inevitable. Ziva’s absence was immediately detected and met with a flutter of following footsteps.  “Ima! Where Ima going?”

Tagging: @loudlooks @television-overload @mrsmungus @earanemith and whoever else would like to take part!

[theportalhopper]

Ok so, I feel like my old designs of my oc's for @rhapsoddity vigilante sheriff au were a bit bad. So, I decided to redesign all my oc's for their aus. Nothing much has changed lorewise it's more like extra details. I've finally come up with a name for him and he's still Scar's brother because the original reason I made him Scar's brother is that I felt like it would give him more motivation to his goal. Though, it's partially because he was the first hermit I've watched and I wanted to give him angst but didn't want to give Scar something new so I just added on something that already exists. He still has sound manipulation but I thought I would give him some more sound related abilities. The major new power I thought he would have is hypnosis and that it got stronger when he was corrupted by the sculk. The reason for this being that the sculk allows Cub to grow the hivemind (seemingly) through touch and pair that up with him being able to manipulate the sound around him into something hypnotic AND his vex powers you get something really strong. It was my first time using editing in awhile and the most I've used so far. His old design didn't seem like it complimented the sculk a lot so I based his redesign on Styx.

[victorluvsalice]

...where there was ANOTHER MASSIVE BLIZZARD. -.- That just figures, right? Felt like the entire game was against me opening the store at this point.

But! I was not going to give up on the grand opening so quickly! So, after taking some time to make sure all the shelves were fully stocked and everything on them was set for sale (which was a very tricky process, given I'm selling a lot of small items and if you turn the "for sale" tags on they can very easily overlap with each other and trick you into believing stuff is set for sale when it isn't), I took a few pictures to show you my lovely lovely full shelves, transferred some money from the gang's personal account to the business account --

And bought a weather machine! Because like HELL was I going to let this miserable weather stand when I had the power to change it. Alice got sent out to clear the skies while Victor and Smiler hung out inside chatting...

Aaaand, as you can see, she wasn't successful. In fact, she just got straight-up electrocuted, though I didn't manage to get a picture of that, unfortunately. She promptly ran inside to talk to the motivational posters instead (maybe she needed a pick-me-up after that), then serenaded Victor (still slightly smoking) while I sent Smiler outside to try their luck. Fortunately, THEY were able to get the result I wanted -- possibly because they have higher Handiness skill? I don't know, all I know is that they didn't get zapped.

However -- even the magic weather machine can't change the weather INSTANTLY. It was going to take some time for the snow to clear out. So Smiler came back in for a congratulatory kiss on the cheek, Victor Repairioed the busted sign above the bakery section (can't have broken stuff on the first day open)...

[shamera]

Chapter 2/3 snippet:

“Su Xiaoyong sent a message. She’s taking care of Hulijing and the horses at Lotus Tower, since she came to visit but didn’t find us there.”

Li Lianhua accepted the tube, twisting off the top to reveal the delicate letter within, a mixture of outrage that they once again set off without her (ditched her! Again!), and worry over them setting off in such weather, all in Su Xiaoyong’s quick and clean shorthand. 

He peered up to see Fang Duobing’s all-too-pleased beaming smile, and gave a quiet laugh. “You seem to find it funny.”

“What’s funny? She’s the one who keeps butting in!”

[sysig]

Introducing Spinster Pepper!! 💕

I got a few pictures of him eating as well, under the cut if you’d rather not see!

You can see just how tiny he is here lol - he’s in his food enclosure, aka a salt/pepper shaker hehe ♥

I don’t know why he pulled the mealworm up the wall with him, he caught it on the floor of the shaker lol

Probably the best shot I have of his abdomen - look at those beautiful markings! 💖

World’s most wonderful little hunter <3

[theirloveisgross]

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[webism]

Virgin!Nanami is hesitant the first time you go down on him, because as he's nearing his (blinding, world shattering) orgasm, you aren't pulling off of him.

He's played the scene a million times in his head before, late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. In every fantasy he had of you on your knees like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.

But your lips are still wrapped around him. His ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not indication enough that he's about to unravel? Kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as more of a broken moan. "Sweetheart, I'm... so close."

And you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. You hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.

It's too much, he's never felt so boneless. His vision is already going, he's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's had in his life when he gently tugs back on your hair. "Stop, stop."

Of course, you're off of him instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching Kento wide eyes. "Are you okay? Too much?"

Kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "You didn't pull away. I was going to..."

"I know," you nod, a gentle hand on his knee something soothing. "What, you don't want to cum?"

He blinks. "No, I... not in your mouth. I respect you, and I don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."

And you can't help but grin at the serious look strewn across his face. You lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.

"Kento Nanami," you look up at him, and press a feather-light kiss to his tip. "If you don't cum in my mouth, I will cry. I wanna taste more of you."

Your words alone are enough to relight that fire licking at his insides. He watches you for a moment, tries to discern whether or not you're speaking only to please him, but ultimately nods.

When you take him back into your mouth, all the way down to the base, Kento swears he must've been a saint in his previous life to deserve such pleasure in this one. You trace the vein that runs under his length with your tongue, and then suck on his cock as if you're trying to milk him dry.

When he cums, it's with a loud and uncharacteristically whiney moan that makes you wonder how he sounds begging. You taste his cum on your tongue, feel as he shoots it into your mouth, his dick throbbing and balls tightening in the same regard.

He's already overstimulated, panicking a little at the new subtle pain of more, and although he thinks he likes it, you know it'll be too much for his first time. You pull off of him, careful to spill as little of his release as possible, and sit back on your heels.

And Kento is a mess, lips parted as he watches your pull into a greedy smile. He's eager to watch you spit him out, perhaps a testament to the fact he was inside of you. But you meet his eyes, let him sit on your tongue a moment longer, and then swallow.

He's hard all over again, he wonders how he'll ever lead a normal life again after a sight like that. His mouth is dry, cock still wet with your spit, heart beating near out of his chest.

Still, he manages to stop you when you move to get up and start on his aftercare. "Wait," his voice is small, he's nervous.

You raise your eyebrows, "yes, Ken?"

"I want to taste you, too."

hi @angxlsatvrn